Me with Kimi-kawaii
(to the tune of "Me and Bobby McGee" by Kris Kristofferson)

Busted flat in Tokyo, waitin' for a train,
And feelin' near as lost as my sketch book,
Kimi stood two steps away, foldin' under strain,
Her rail card lost, don't matter how she looked.
I took out my last ticket, put it in her hand,
I hung my head and quickly walked away,
I dragged on back to Kichiouji,
Followin' the tracks that led me,
Hopin' I could last another day.

Playin' games is what I do so I don't have to lose,
The best romance is on the disks I buy,
But playin' them ain't easy now, they just give me the blues,
I'm satisfied no more with gamed ren'ai,
'Cause what I want is me with Kimi-kawaii.

Two flights above a gamer's store, where I got some work,
I sort my scattered thoughts for subtle clues,
And try find some reason, in my aimless little world,
For the sadness and the pain that stain my youth.
And then one lonely afternoon she showed up at my door,
I didn't know her then, but I'll know her soon,
If only I can reach her mind,
So she'll be understanding mine,
And in her heart, for me, she might have room.

Playin' games is what I do so I don't have to lose,
The best romance is on the disks I buy,
But playin' them ain't easy now, they just give me the blues,
I'm satisfied no more with gamed ren'ai,
'Cause what I want is me with Kimi-kawaii.

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